• It was a sparkling night over the concrete jungle of northwest America. The metal horses and leather clad people of the night ran, walked, and, danced across the artificial worlds of stone and lights. Nick Graves was one of those people. Dancing away the night and basking in the sheer joy of the night, but our story does not start in the dead of night, it starts in morning when Nick became Mr. Graves a columnist who had enough attention to be spotted in the street and nobody care but still one thing he was good at was keeping his two lives separated to the point where there was two people living in on body, Nick and Mr. Graves. He was now Mr. Graves sitting be hide his desk typing up his next column and at the end of the day he would pack up and leave closing the day be hide him. He had no thoughts of he was doing tonight he simply thought about the next morning and when he got home he thought about the next morning and when he ate diner he thought about the next morning and when he went to bed he thought about the next morning but several minutes later Mr. Graves was asleep and Nick had just woken up. Nick whipped into the closet and dressed up in a leather clad costume that bleeded the night’s joys. Nick stepped out of Nick`s apartment and Nick drove and Nick danced and Nick lived the night to the fullest. Nick and Mr. Graves had been playing tag with each other since childhood. Till one day when everything changed and the two worlds of day and night crossed. It started with nick getting a drink at the one of his favorite hotspots called the Melancholy Uncle. This is where for the first time nick meets Mr. Graves` world first hand. Nick had been through about the half night when he noticed something strange going on. After Nick had finished his drink the bar tender gave him his bill and since he was still sober to sign the bill he did, then he looked at the pen he was signing with it had a name on it was worn down from constant and vigorous use so he couldn’t read it as well, but he eventually made it out and when he did it shook him to his core. It had the name of a local newspaper and a name and that name was Nick Graves. He put dropped the pen on the ground and started to leave but when he bumped into a waitress he noticed that she was wearing a business suit and carrying files instead of drinks. Nick didn’t stop. He ran outside to his car but when he got there he noticed that it was not a shining blue sports car but a black business car. He thought it was someone else’s so he tried his key and it opened the door and it started the car. He drove home in a furry of fear and frustration. He ran inside and went straight to his mirror and stared into it. He was still Nick same leather clad, night rider Nick. Nick went to bed and Nick slept through the night and Nick woke up the next the morning.
    It was while before Nick snapped out of it. And when he did he did the most instinctive human activities ever done. He checked his mail it had piled some so he sifted through till he found today’s newspaper. He scanned through the columns and through the general news and one story caught his eye. The headline said “man dies in the Melancholy Uncle” he skimmed through the article and apparently a man had died of a chemical imbalance because of not getting any sleep. Then he saw the


    Last line it said “in memory of Nick Graves a loyal columnist and respectful man” what was this? There was no way? He wasn’t dead. He was reading this right now. He was living now. What happened? Nick couldn’t believe it. He went out and checked the bar he was at last night but nobody would answer him. all of the workers said was that the man who died was being buried in the cemetery today. He raced to the cemetery just in time for his funeral. He looked into the coffin and saw a box with half of a person being lowered into a grave but this body wasn’t his he continue through the cemetery and found many funerals but none were his. But what bothered him was that many of the corpses being lowered were half there or even a third. He continued until he found some people who looked familiar he heard the people talk about a Mr. Graves and then Nick saw inside his coffin. It was empty. It had nothing in it. He looked around and people were doing the average thing to do during a funeral. But why? thought Nick. There was nothing there. It made no sense. Nick left that day still wondering what was happening. He went home that day still wondering. He wondered for the weeks, the months and the year. It wasn’t till the next summer that he figured it out. he was nothing. He had done nothing in his life that would be left behind. He lived a life of nothingness and had continued it like that for his entire life. Once he realized this he wondered why he still here and why he hadn’t joined his other half. It was because his other half sacrificed himself to help others. Nick realized this and now he had a motive, a motive to run, walk, and dance for others sakes. The next year Nick Graves helped others lived there lives to the fullest. He helped people believe in themselves. He got others back on there feet and he loved them and they loved but after four years of service Nick Graves died in a car accident and at his funeral came all the people that he had helped including Mr. Graves.